The saints all hang their heads
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The avenue is long
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They're muffling their voices
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In the cold breaking dawn
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The saints are in their element
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The elements are brave
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The voices and the wrecking crew
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And the marching of the saints
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The saints are playing horseshoes
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The flood is in the past
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And mercy isn't critical
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Sometimes they even laugh
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On their way uptown
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So much to do so much to say
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In letters red and crystalline
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Go marching in the saints
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[CHORUS]
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The saints, the saints
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Gonna meet you once again
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The saints, the saints
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In the neon light of the saints
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The saints are just as relevant
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As the old evening blues
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The saints wrap 'round the city
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They flicker and they choose
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Sometimes they are connected
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Sometimes they hope and pray
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In letters red and crystalline
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Go marching in the saints
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[CHORUS]
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The Neon Light Of The Saints
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| Shawn Colvin |
